Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better keep hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

They ain't the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to
Like they the first to ever put in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down like in the front
In somethin' that you and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who never had get and act a fool with it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the

The bangers is growin' 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you you ain't like that but you'll say that you is
Go and a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner groupies
a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the side of the C's
they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
Every you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the
You walk around talkin' how every sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind you

Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't come
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback

gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you like sex
You ain't never fingered a
All you do is look in the mugshot book and a nigga

If real real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the
Just a little scrub ass in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think these hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them
You better keep hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
Real

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better keep your on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
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